Jamie awoke to the smell of rust. Groaning, he lifted his head off his shoulder to hit it against something hard. He moved his hand up and pressed it against something hard, a ceiling? Jamie shook his head, "No, I can't be here.. I was just on my way somewhere with mom and dad.." he couldn't hardly remember what had brought him here. Once his vision adjusted to the dark, he could make out bars in front of him. So he was in a cage.. Nice. Jamie grabbed the bars with his hands. "What the hell? Let me out! I've done nothing to deserve this!" That was a lie, but technically [I] he [/I] hadn't done anything to deserve this.. but Rodney did. The brunette jerked his head over to the left, where he heard voices come from. "Who are you!? Let me out!" He shouted. Jamie didn't like this, not one bit. This couldn't be happening. Jamie rarely left the house, no one came around him, he didn't know anyone! How could these people want him? ---- Devin had been in his suite/lab. A dead body on his dining room table. He had been experimenting on one of the dead bodies that the manager had graciously supplied him with. He didn't mind the smell, he had been around enough dead bodies in his life he had gotten used to it. Now, he was yelling at the body before him to rise. "Come on, you stupid human! Get your spirit ass into your damn body!" Devin had yet been able to raise a dead human, though he excelled at raising any type of animal. They had simpler minds. With a sigh of defeat, Devin turned on his heel and walked into his living room. His sister was already there, sitting on one of the couches. "Any luck, little brother?" She asked him. "Technically I am older than you now. But no." "Better luck next time?" She was smiling. Devin nodded and grabbed his staff. He walked over to the button the manager had told him he could press at any time he wanted a new human. Maybe this would be a good time to study the humans. How their mind worked. Yes, this would be perfect. For the past three years, Devin had worked for the Manager. Whenever Vlad fell out of power, he migrated to qho had the most power. And that was the Manager. Pressing the button, he began to speak. "I would like to have a human sent up to my suite. Preferably female." ---- A laugh came from the fanged mouth of Elijah Woods. A young girl before him begged for her life, as she had been for the past fifteen minutes. But Elijah simply didn't care. She was his, he owned her. "I'm sorry, love." In a matter of milliseconds, he had grabbed her head and pulled it back, baring her neck. This was the young girl's fear, death. He knew it. He knew everyone's fear. He smiled before he bit down into her porcelain neck. Sweet, crimson blood filled his mouth, and he greedily drank it until she was dry. When he finished, he dropped the girl's body as if he was disgusted with it. He turned on his heel and left his suite, brushing his suit off. Normally he'd make a bigger mess, but he couldn't afford to stain his new suit. He was heading towards the manager's office. He was feeling in the mood for a hunt today, and wanted to set it up manually. Maybe he'd have a job when he went down there.